She sat on her bed and cried, “Daddy, you’re being mean!”
No words could have cut me deeper. I wanted to defend
myself, and I wanted to lash back at her. And I’m sure I did not immediately
respond in a loving and nurturing way.
But the Holy Spirit caught me. He showed me that she was
right, but not in the way that she (and I) thought initially.
Let me explain. . . .
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